I'm seeing Vera off to travel, along with a teenage boy who seems to be our son, and I'm to be following along one day later. They they will be in some foreign city ("Jalalpur", I think we called it) for one day before I arrive, and we haven't really made any arrangements how to meet, so as we're walking I'm talking hurriedly, asking her what they will do, and she says remember, we have to go to the funeral on that day. Ah yes, I remember.

We arrive at the train, which is about to leave, so I kiss Vera goodbye, they got on the train, and it starts to depart, I think for the airport. Just as it's almost left the station, it stops, and the boy gets out and runs back to me, apparently having forgotten something on the platform. Yes there are some things there, like boxes, and we pick them up and run back to the front of the train for him to get back on. While we're running, I notice my first wife Misha in the crowd on the train, and while I don't think she sees me, I think to myself, what a coincidence, that she and Vera are on the same train, and neither of them would know that.

We get back to the entrance door at the front of the train (like a bus, it only has a door at the front), but then the kids stops because he isn't sure if this is the right train. I say that it's the same train, it didn't even go anywhere, but then I'm not sure if I didn't notice it was a different train. He's pretty sure it's not the same train. I'm asking him, don't you recognize the driver, a sort of oriental-looking person who is sitting there holding the door open like, come on people, get on the train, you're holding everybody up.